Artist: Cassidy Album: I'm a Hustla Song: A.M. to P.M. Typed by: Jluv22289@yahoo.com, mz_ybuck@yahoo.com [Intro] I still move work, from the A.M. to the P.M. Niggaz got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em {*2X*} [Cassidy] I pump on the street from the A.M. to the P.M. A nigga want beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em Lay 'em when I see 'em, AK 'em when I see 'em Hop out the Bronco, I'll O.J. 'em when I see 'em Cut a bone out his skin, fish fo-lay 'em when I see 'em Then wire his grill, Kanye 'em when I see 'em My young'uns on their job, so I pay 'em when I see 'em Turn Boyz II Men, I'll Wanya 'em when I see 'em Cause I be on the grind from the P.M. to the A.M. Paint pictures with my rhymes, you can see 'em when I say 'em My songs like movies you can see 'em when you play them If a nigga want beef, when I see 'em I'ma spray 'em For six G's, I could get your whip swiss chessed I'm like a red nose pit, you a mixed breed Bitch please, all 'em dudes in your crew ass I'll get you strangled with the strings on your doo-rag [Chorus] I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M. Niggaz got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M. Niggaz got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em [Cassidy] I'ma let you niggaz talk all stupid, 'til you get hawked all stupid Sparked all stupid, outlined in chalk all stupid Dog I bite I don't bark all stupid, it is what it is I'm in the coupe roof dropped all stupid Fitted hat cocked all stupid, gettin' top off stupid My clientele cop all stupid Make sales on the block all stupid, it is what it is It's a fact that I rap all stupid Get your wig pushed back all stupid We strapped all stupid, I'll get you clapped all stupid Don't let the pills and the yack make you act all stupid Yeah, I do my thing all stupid, let my chain bling all stupid My ring all stupid and my earring all stupid I got them things and I slang all stupid [Chorus] [Cassidy] Yo, my flow'll have you amazed and astonished I been hot since I got my first Sega with Sonic Back in the days when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics I rocked the huge jeans and I played the atonics You know I blow haze, I be blazing the chronic It got my mind scrambled like the egg in a omelette I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise Me and T like Malcolm and Alicia Mohammed Me and Swizz like Martin and Jessy But the fact that I can get assassinated, is startin to stress me I ain't tryna let the police department arrest me But I still keep steel tucked under the fresh tee And I ain't just rapping for my health So before you diss me, you be betta off clappin' at yourself Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harrell at the light [Chorus]